I might have been racing from an enormous furnace or fleeing from the path of an erupting volcano.
The layers of yellows, reds, and oranges that filled the rearview mirrors of my car this morning had me thinking of burning coals and smoldering lava.
Perhaps it's just my desire to have the recent cold weather a distant memory, but I swore I could feel heat radiating from the glowing morning sky.
Alas I find myself remembering the sailing lure: red sky at night, sailor's delight / red sky in morning, sailor's take warning - and wonder what cruel tricks Mother Nature has planned.
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